Chapter 1 : Prologue: Adelina's Entrance
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She released her iron grip on the bars covering their escape hole and whipped her head around to face her fellow prisoner, her long mess of black hair following behind her a second later. Her gray eyes focused, like a cougar on the prowl. She looked intently at what remained of Sirius. Her eyes examined the shaggy hair that had not had a wash in years. She took in his frail build, all the muscle that once composed him from his school days had disappeared daily until there was nothing left but as thin layer of skin covering his weak bones. She observed the grime that covered his body all the way from the greasy mop on his head to his bare toes that were a dark shade of gray from dirt and wear.
He watched her feet, checking for movement. He had to be ready if this woman decided to lunge for him; after all, sane people do not normally wind up in Azkaban prison. Her lips curled in to a smile and she spoke in a husky voice, "Long time, no see."
His bushy eyebrows crumpled together as the words met his ears. His brain went in to hyper drive, racking itself for answers as to who this mysterious woman was. He had solely paid attention to the movement of her feet, not her face. It was a precautionary measure.
She let out a laugh and let her lips form the same sly smile as she slowly started towards him. His first instinct told him to move, but his heart told him to stay. He withheld his ground; this woman was not going to intimidate him. And if she did, she sure as hell would not know it.
She stopped her movements when she was mere inches from his body, then placed her hands on each side of his dirty face, "C'mon Sirius, don't you remember me?"
His eyes took in her appearance for the first time. She had jet black hair that hung to her shoulder blades, dark gray eyes that were like the sea after a storm, she had a petite frame and slight build. What really made this woman so intriguing wasn't part of her appearance, more like a vibe he got off of her.
"Sirius," she cooed, tracing her fingers up his chest, "I know you didn't forget me."
That was the moment realization struck him and he knew. He knew who she was.
"Adelina." He whispered, his head spinning from confusion as he realized just who his fellow inmate was.
"The one," she curtsied, "and only."
He smiled for the first time in years.
"It's been a long time," she said as he hugged her frail shoulders.
"I don't get out much anymore," Sirius chuckled, half-heartedly.
It took several moments for another word to come out of either of their mouths, "Where are you Sirius?" Adelina whispered quietly, taking a seat on the cold, stone floor.
Sirius' eyebrows knitted together once again, "What do you mean, Addie? I'm still the same suave guy I was at seventeen." He attempted to pop the collar of his striped uniform, but it fell flat.
Adelina laughed at his attempt, "You seem so different. At Hogwarts you were..." Her voice trailed off, leaving the phrase hanging in the air around them.
"A legend." He finished for her, laughing as she gave him a shocked look, "I do believe legend was the word you were searching for."
She rolled her eyes, "There's the arrogant arse I was so in love with."
"And there," he took the hands which she had placed upon his cheeks in his hands, "is where perfect miss Adelina is wrong."
A sly smile formed upon her lips, "You know as well as I do that being perfect was never my thing," she looked him slyly up down, slowly, "now, just how am I wrong?"
"I am not the same 'arrogant arse', as you so lovingly put it, that you knew in our school days," He gulped, memories of his years at the school flooding back to him.
She placed one hand back upon his cold cheek, "You're wrong. The look in your eyes makes it clear to me that the man I loved is still in there, somewhere."
Sirius shook his head, "No, he's not. I'm a changed man, although changed in ways opposing what the majority of the Wizarding world think. The years since you've seen me haven't exactly been kind."
"I can see that." She laughed, although quickly halted the quickly giggles when she saw how funny he didn't find it, "That was a joke."
"I didn't find it funny." He turned his back towards her, "You have no idea the hell that I've been put through."
"I know about James and Lily," she said slowly, "I'm sorry, I know how much they meant to you."
"And I also know that you didn't sell them out."
He turned back to face her, a wild look of pure shock echoing in his eyes, "How?"
She smiled, "I know you. Well, I did. And I know that you would never betray your friends; you'd rather lay your life on the line for them. With how many times you got me out of tight spots, with the risk of yourself getting hurt, I should know."
"You sure did have a knack got getting yourself in to trouble," he laughed softly.
"That I did," she nodded.
They both had far off looks glinting in their eyes, thinking back to their time spent together at the castle.
Finally he looked back to her, "Adeline," she turned her head to face him, "may I ask you something?"
"Yes you may," she laughed, "I didn't know we were ever so formal though."
"Where did you go? One day we were together and the next...you're not. No goodbye. No see you later. Nothing."
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "Sirius, I was in a really bad place. So, one night I packed up my things and went to Venezuela. I had distant family there, non magic family. I'm sorry if I hurt you, but I felt my life was falling to pieces for reasons I couldn't bear telling you. Being there wasn't good for me."
"And you couldn't have taken the two minutes it would have taken to say goodbye? To at least leave a note? I thought you had more respect for me than that. Everyone searched endlessly for you for weeks! They declared you dead..."
"I thought seeing you would only make it harder..."
The anger that had been broiling inside his came further forward, "Then why her? Why now? You've given me no explanation..."
"I came to make it up to you for leaving all those years ago."
He scoffed, "How?"
No hint of joking around in her face, she spoke, "I'm going to get you out of here."
"How?" He scoffed again.
"I have a way, years of research has been useful."
"I will, but first, I want to explain my reasons for leaving and what you didn't know about."
He sat on the ground, next to where she'd just sat, placed in hands behind his neck and grinned, "I'm waiting."
"Don't be in a hurry, I'm starting when we met. The story won't end immediately."
"Take your sweet time, it's not like I have anywhere else to be," he said rolling his eyes.
A/N My Marauder's Era story (my first Marauder's novel) is officially underway! The story will be told in third person narrative throughout it's entirety. I know this prologue was rather short, but I guarantee long chapters in the future. I'm really excited about this being published. If you're up to it, I'd love a message in the box below, whether you loved it or hated it. Have a marvelous summer!
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